“‘If we don’t do it now, we’ll never do it,” says Ian Hunter, 70 years old, though he looks closer to 50. Then a smile. “I just want to know what it’ll feel like.” It’s early Wednesday afternoon, in a cavernous modern hotel next to Tower Bridge in London. Hunter, his eyes covered by his ever-present sunglasses, has just arrived in the company of most of the original lineup of Mott the Hoople; some of whom, I will later discover, have not set on eyes on each other for 30 years…”